This is a song about "Social"

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

For him relationship is a social experiment

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.